When I was 12 I got a typewriter, and old Underwood portable that had been my grandfathers.
This was in the days before the internet.
In these days there were mere rumours of an invention called a video disc and VHS Cassettes were still being dreamed of.
So when a teen girl needs to vent, and there is no blog to turn to, she typed her brains out.
At first stories, but later poems. Filled with angst and teen-girl gusto.
I typed everyday. Sometimes for hours, depending upon the drama level in my life.
And then one day, at the edge of my teen-dom I did the unthinkably stupid:
I gave them, all of them, to a BOY.
Now I have none of them.
Girls.
Dont be stupid.
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